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Dancin' Fool

Now that I'm in the agonizingly slow/painful/drawn-out last few days of my pregnancy, I'm starting to fantasize about everything I'll be able to resume doing once the baby comes. Even stuff I don't normally do. Like ... I'm really not a big drinker - I indulge a couple times a year, at best - but I can't wait to suck down a few martinis. Or maybe a bottle or two of Moscato.

*drool*

And dancing. I love it - but do you know how long it's been since I've gotten down on a dance floor? Over a year. Like ... way over a year. Long enough that if I thought about it too hard, I might actually cry.

Anyway, I can't wait to get out there and shake my (jiggly, cellulite-ridden) thang. Although I've gotta admit, I'm a little worried about it. There was a time when I was considered a good dancer. But that was, like, five or six years ago - pre-children, natch - when I did it regularly and was up on the current moves and music. Now I'm all out of the loop, and I'm freaked that I'll totally make a fool of myself, trying to bust out some early-2000s move that just doesn't work in 2009. And everybody will look at me and nudge their friends, snickering, like, "Ohmigod. Is she seeeerious?"

Yeah. I don't want to be that girl.

I've noticed that there's a point when some people stop progressing as far as dance moves are concerned. They just ... freeze. It's like they figure the last move they mastered is good enough, even if they learned it a bajillion years ago. My mom is a prime example - she still dances like she's at some sort of weird sock hop. (Sorry, Mom.) It involves waggling hips and pointing fingers. (In her defense, she did learn to do the Macarena ... oh wait, I guess that's not much better.)

So I'm hoping that when I do finally edge my way onto the dance floor, I won't be squarely putting myself in a prime "OMG-look-that-chick-thinks-she-can-dance" position. I mean, if I dance like an out-of-touch white girl, I might as well print up a T-shirt that screams "MAKE FUN OF ME!" I'd better make sure, before I ever head out for a night on the town (if I even remember what that is any more!) that I've brushed up on my best moves.

Comments

I can recall seeing you dance at Steve and Aruporn's wedding --- and I don't remember wanting to laugh at any "old-school" moves. However, I am the LAST person anyone should consort with on how to dance.

Ummm - the Gigolo? The Alligator (not me baby)! I was NOT wiggling down on the floor. The Bump? Oh, that's two separate generations - 80's and 70's - yikes - I think I'm more out of sync than you! No no, wait! The Shuffle.... sorry. That was a bad bad thing.

okay, so I haven't danced since like 1982 (imagine leg warmers and really big - I mean REALLY BIG hair....) there is no way my big a$$, umm booty, is getting anywhere near a dance floor, baby body or not!

I used to go out dancing all the time pre-kids, and I remember the last time I went out it was so unbearably awkward. I didn't know the popular music, I didn't have any moves, and I just felt so self concious and dorky. I also wasn't drinking, so that may have played a role, because I promise if i'd had some cocktails I would have been shakin my thang without a care in the world. You have that baby, get your husband to take some days off work and stay with the kids and we can go to vegas to dance it up!